Dear Granmom,

You had seven children, my mom was the last

And many foster children came through.

You were of hardy German stock, the clans rock

Without you, what would they do?

When I was born we lived with you

My mother and my own little self

You gave me love and soft cuddles

Never putting that love on a shelf.

When I was three, we moved from thee

Way down south in Alabama

My mother, father, sister and I

Had to leave behind my much loved gramma.

The years they passed and the time finally came

On the day that I turned seven.

We had to lay you to rest, broken hearted,

You gained your wings and went to Heaven.

Time has flown and I never forgot

How you visited me after you were gone.

Moving the Bible you gave me,

In which you signed to “My little one.”

Love,

Your granddaughter